I Helped a Young Mom with Her Baby in a Grocery Store – Three Days Later, a Large Black SUV Was Parked Right Outside My House

“You didn’t drop him. You protected him. You came to get what he needs.

That’s what a good mom does.”

I managed to dial 911 with one thumb.

The operator asked a few questions.

“What’s your name?” I asked her gently, after I hung up.

“K-Kayla,” she stammered.

“I’m Lena,” I said. “I’ve got two kids. My daughter had panic attacks after my divorce.

I know it feels like you’re dying, but you’re not. Your body is just freaking out. It will calm down.

You’re safe.”

Tears spilled down her cheeks.

“I’m so tired,” she sobbed. “He doesn’t sleep unless I hold him. I have no one.

I was just trying to buy diapers, and they were laughing, and I thought—”

“Those guys?” I cut in. “They’re trash. You are not.

You are doing this alone, and you are still here. That’s strength.”

People walked by. Some stared.

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